I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about the violent imagination and ethical ways to approach violence in fiction. Too much of American culture glorifies violence. The way that good overcomes evil in TV, movies, many books, and even toy lines, is by kicking its butt. Good beats evil because good shoots straighter, hits harder, has better toys, and keeps on fighting. And in small doses, violence can teach the virtue of courage. But we don’t get small doses. We are, to quote the Palmolive commercial, “soaking in it.”
So that leads me to wonder, is there an ethical way to portray violence in fiction? I’ll look at some other possibilities later, but here I’ll consider horror. On the one hand, horror seems ethical because it explicitly presents the violence as horrific. We are supposed to be repulsed by the violence we see. There is no celebration of violence as glorious or righteous. And even though much of the time the survivors use violence to overcome the killer or monster that is stalking them, they always pay a great cost.
This cost comes both in blood (horror stories typically have a high body count) and in the characters’ peace of mind. They will never again be as innocent, as naive, as carefree as they were. They have met a great evil, passed through the darkness, and are no longer the same. Often, they have killed for the first time, and it does not leave them untouched.
At its best, horror echoes the ancient legends: Orpheus descending into Hades to rescue his wife; a red-cloaked girl facing a great wolf who’d devoured her grandmother; Dante’s passage through inferno, purgatory, and paradise. Horror, at its best, is the primal fairy tale: the innocent encountering the unnatural, and emerging changed. Hidden amidst its armies and castles, The Lord of the Rings includes a fairy tale (or perhaps a horror novel), the story of four young friends who brave the lair of hell itself to destroy a profound and threatening evil.
But at its worst, horror mutilates young, usually sexually attractive, bodies for our thrills and titillation. At its worst, slasher horror slut-shames women quite literally to death. First, the young woman has sex (showing the gratuitous T&A shot), and then, she is slaughtered in gory Technicolor. Meanwhile, the virgin survives to the end, to escape or kill the slasher.
When I speak of horror’s ethical approach to violence, I speak of Stephen King’s Desperation, not Friday the Thirteenth Part 27. I speak of normal people caught up in a desperate situation, one that involves a terrible encounter with evil, one that tests their wills, their faith, their wits, their endurance. The evil is overcome, often at great sacrifice, in a cathartic climax. The universal story of good overcoming evil is retold, with the important reminder that such victories are never won without cost. Without blood, there is no remission of sins.
So what do you think? Is there an ethical way to portray violence in fiction? If so, is horror one of those ways?